He could feel his heart jumping out of his chest. His entire torso felt like it was melting. Down it came, the elevator chamber, and with a long whining sound originating from the long neglected gears did it paint a scenario of doom for the young agent. For a moment, it did not look like he was going to make it. He did not have time to think about whether or not it was the end for him. In a bit, the elevator would push him downward until the rope met their end, crushing his body in-between the two tidal forces while probably tossing Sounsyy over the edge to fall to her death. That was the reality of his job. Often he was that close to the end. But no matter how many times he stared death in the face, that primal fear always existed. The fear of dying.
No one would come for their corpses. This place unknown to the present peoples would be their grave. But it was not meant to be.
He felt a yank, a huge one. Somehow, between the yelps and the cries, he must have made it. He felt a huge tug on his chest right before the chamber came down, his voice cried out in trauma as he nearly flew from the chamberway right when the platform touched down. He could even feel white hot soreness from the top of his head that had grazed the circular platform; it was that close of a call. He slammed against the ground with a near-similar amount of force that hearkened back to when he broke the table in the room prior. There was a bit of pain involved in rolling on the floor for a few, but it was easily ignored when he realized that he wasn’t dead.
Yet.
“I’m.. I’m okay, I’m okay… “ he said between huffed breathes.
Ryanti decided to go silent for now, to give Sounsyy a bit of space and rest. He could hear a big noise as he tried to recollect where he was. It still could be heard through his beating heart and heavy breathes. It was the sound of the platform stopping on the floor they were on, followed by the primary power source shutting down once more, simultaneously breaking more lightbulbs hovering overhead, glass bits falling upon the eons old floor.
In reality, when he pulled the lever he told the elevator to stop on this floor, not go further down. He did not know this to be the case. In fact, he did not even remember pulling that lever…
Blinking red lights, weakened by their age but still prominent enough to provide the hallway with ambience through the silent window, penetrated the hallway. Through the tangles of the ropes Ryanti began to untie everything, starting with the bits of rope attached to his body. While doing this, he eyed the body of Sounsyy, silent with her back against the floor.
It was then that he saw her.
The spectre from before. Or was it? He only saw the figure for a split second, about as long as it took for the red lights in the next room to blink once. The red light… it had graced nothing but shadow except for the lower half of her face. He could see her lips, her chin. The skin was pale, sickly. The lips were a light blue, as if suffocated, or perhaps it was some kind of… lipstick?
He could only pick out that she was wearing some sort of coat, but such things were so vague and difficult to predict when he was questioning his own judgement over whether or not he actually saw her. There was a stillness in her face. That was all he could remember of her. That, and… the fact that he couldn’t get it out of his head that she was staring at Sounsyy, whom was right in front of the anomaly with her back turned to it.
When Ryanti pulled out an emergency light, no bigger than the side of a pencil, he first pointed it at an area behind Sounsyy with very studious eyes despite his recent tumble and brush with death. There was a hint of concern on his face, but also of strict discipline. Despite how witnessing such a phenomenon in this ship could mean –many- different things and how impactful it was on Ryanti’s emotions, there was a stiff wall of discipline that kept him calm and focused for now. But he was not sure how long that was going to last. Despite all of his effort, however, one could easily see that he had seen something.
The hairs stood up on the back of his neck, and Ryanti procured goosebumps.
Communications were gone. He was not sure if it was permanent, but the linkpearls in their ears had shorted out. Ryanti’s breathing was hitching. There was a renewed sense of suspense about him... of a frightening demeanor. He decided against mentioning the communications. He did not need to. It was obvious, and he knew that they simply could not re-enforce a lack of hope and protection in their minds if they were going to make it through this.
“Hey… are you alright?†Ryanti murmured weakly to Sounsyy, circling the rope around his arm and crawling on all fours to where she was collapsed upon the ground, looking back towards the window as she did when he saw her after she saved him. Another hitched breathe. Goosebumps. He felt like he was being watched.
He proceeded to strip her of the rope attached to the hooks on her suit, stuffing it in his bag that was now beside him in earnest. “This place is becoming … unsafe. We need to move, we need to keep going…â€
No one would come for their corpses. This place unknown to the present peoples would be their grave. But it was not meant to be.
He felt a yank, a huge one. Somehow, between the yelps and the cries, he must have made it. He felt a huge tug on his chest right before the chamber came down, his voice cried out in trauma as he nearly flew from the chamberway right when the platform touched down. He could even feel white hot soreness from the top of his head that had grazed the circular platform; it was that close of a call. He slammed against the ground with a near-similar amount of force that hearkened back to when he broke the table in the room prior. There was a bit of pain involved in rolling on the floor for a few, but it was easily ignored when he realized that he wasn’t dead.
Yet.
“I’m.. I’m okay, I’m okay… “ he said between huffed breathes.
Ryanti decided to go silent for now, to give Sounsyy a bit of space and rest. He could hear a big noise as he tried to recollect where he was. It still could be heard through his beating heart and heavy breathes. It was the sound of the platform stopping on the floor they were on, followed by the primary power source shutting down once more, simultaneously breaking more lightbulbs hovering overhead, glass bits falling upon the eons old floor.
In reality, when he pulled the lever he told the elevator to stop on this floor, not go further down. He did not know this to be the case. In fact, he did not even remember pulling that lever…
Blinking red lights, weakened by their age but still prominent enough to provide the hallway with ambience through the silent window, penetrated the hallway. Through the tangles of the ropes Ryanti began to untie everything, starting with the bits of rope attached to his body. While doing this, he eyed the body of Sounsyy, silent with her back against the floor.
It was then that he saw her.
The spectre from before. Or was it? He only saw the figure for a split second, about as long as it took for the red lights in the next room to blink once. The red light… it had graced nothing but shadow except for the lower half of her face. He could see her lips, her chin. The skin was pale, sickly. The lips were a light blue, as if suffocated, or perhaps it was some kind of… lipstick?
He could only pick out that she was wearing some sort of coat, but such things were so vague and difficult to predict when he was questioning his own judgement over whether or not he actually saw her. There was a stillness in her face. That was all he could remember of her. That, and… the fact that he couldn’t get it out of his head that she was staring at Sounsyy, whom was right in front of the anomaly with her back turned to it.
When Ryanti pulled out an emergency light, no bigger than the side of a pencil, he first pointed it at an area behind Sounsyy with very studious eyes despite his recent tumble and brush with death. There was a hint of concern on his face, but also of strict discipline. Despite how witnessing such a phenomenon in this ship could mean –many- different things and how impactful it was on Ryanti’s emotions, there was a stiff wall of discipline that kept him calm and focused for now. But he was not sure how long that was going to last. Despite all of his effort, however, one could easily see that he had seen something.
The hairs stood up on the back of his neck, and Ryanti procured goosebumps.
Communications were gone. He was not sure if it was permanent, but the linkpearls in their ears had shorted out. Ryanti’s breathing was hitching. There was a renewed sense of suspense about him... of a frightening demeanor. He decided against mentioning the communications. He did not need to. It was obvious, and he knew that they simply could not re-enforce a lack of hope and protection in their minds if they were going to make it through this.
“Hey… are you alright?†Ryanti murmured weakly to Sounsyy, circling the rope around his arm and crawling on all fours to where she was collapsed upon the ground, looking back towards the window as she did when he saw her after she saved him. Another hitched breathe. Goosebumps. He felt like he was being watched.
He proceeded to strip her of the rope attached to the hooks on her suit, stuffing it in his bag that was now beside him in earnest. “This place is becoming … unsafe. We need to move, we need to keep going…â€